by DD Prince
I decide to book an appointment at a clinic as soon as possible, too, so I can do an STD test. I like it a lot that Aiden resisted the urge to go ungloved. Between the two of us, he was the one being logical by wanting tests.
And they say men think with their dicks. Clearly, I was thinking with my pussy, because I was all, “Come inside me, Aiden…” like a dirty slut.
He turns me into a dirty slut. He’s insatiable, he makes me feel insatiable. He makes sure I get off multiple times every time we’re having sex. I’m on top of the world, today.
I get into the office building and Ally and I hit the Starbucks cart before the elevator. I buy Aiden a coffee along with mine.
When I get upstairs, his door is not only closed, but his blinds are down and I can hear him through the door, shouting. I don’t know who he’s shouting at, but the angry-sounding Aiden takes me backwards for a second. He hasn’t been angry since before we left. Not really, unless you count the thing with his mother.
I put both coffees down at my desk and send him a text.
“I brought you a Starbucks but your door is closed and you’re yelling sooooo…. come get it when you’re ready.”
People are walking by, saying good morning and some are making faces at his door as they go by. The blinds alone look strange, but the shouting has eyebrows raised.
I begin to get into my day and not long later, my phone dings.
Aiden: “Come to my office. Now.”
Now?
Excuse me?
I get up from my desk and go to his office and knock, then open the door. He’s sitting behind his desk, a scowl on his face.
I raise my eyebrows. “Come to my office now? How about, Carly, would you come to my office, please?”
“I said now,” he says, looking dead serious.
I close his door and then fold my arms across my chest.
“Um, excuse me, but whether I’m your employee or your girlfriend, neither is reason to talk to me like that.”
“Come here,” he says.
“Where?” I snap.
“Here. On this side of the desk.” He moves back half a foot and points at the floor in front of him.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” I spin to go, and he exhibits bionic speeds because he’s up and grabbing me and pulling me tight to his body. He’s got a devious gleam in his eye as he backs me against the door.
“Wanted to see if I’d still get that sass I like so much. Good to know I haven’t made you go completely soft, peaches.”
I glare at him.
He grins at me and then fits both hands to my bottom.
I’m wearing a long grey jersey skirt with a deep slit and a burgundy blouse today, with pumps.
“You look smokin’ hot today, baby.” His mouth comes to mine.
I bite his bottom lip.
He winces.
Oops. I bit it a little harder than I intended.
“Soft? How’s that for soft?” I whisper and then I smirk, too.
He squeezes my bum playfully and sucks on his lip. “Oooh, biting, Miss Adler? That’s grounds for discipline…” He backs up, not letting go of my bottom and then he’s sitting on his chair, pulling me to straddle his lap. My skirt bunches up high on my thighs.
“Thigh highs,” he says low, fingering the lace of my hosiery. “Fuck, but I like havin’ you in the same office as me…” And then he slides his hand up and slips it between my legs.
“Aiden,” I moan. “Wait. Not in here. We have to be pro… oh god… fessional…”
“Go grab my Starbucks and a pen and notepad, then get back in here. Lock it when you come back.”
“We shouldn’t,” I groan, but he’s rubbing his thumb on my clit, making sexy eye contact, and it feels just too nice to do much protesting.
He pulls his hand out. “Go. Quick.” I shakily get to my feet and he slaps my ass. I squeak. My face flushes and I dash out to get his Starbucks, the pen, the notepad, and then I rush back in, almost knocking into Blake in the process as he’s walking by Aiden’s office.
“Oopsie…sorry Blake.”
“He’s a beast today, is he?” Blake gestures with his head at Aiden’s door.
“Oh yeah. For sure… Crackin’ the whip,” I breathe as I grab the doorknob. I squeeze back in and shut the door. Aiden is sitting behind his desk, a scowl on his face, pretending he’s mad at me.
I twist the lock on the doorknob and then put the Starbucks and the notepad down.
“Aiden, Sir… your coffee…” I bat my eyelashes demurely.
“Come here, Miss Adler. You took too long. I’m afraid I’ll have to spank you. You’re also dressed in business wear, and it’s casual Friday…”
He has a ruler in his hand. Where did that come from? He slaps it on his knee and then places it on his desk.
I bite my lip and approach slowly.
“Is it a crime to dress up on Fridays, Sir?”
“It is not. It is, however, a requirement that when you do, you have to climb on your boss’s lap face-first and take whatever punishment he deems necessary.”
“Oh shit. I can’t wait to break this rule when George is back from medical leave.”
He hikes my skirt up and slaps my ass again. This time it cracks loud. I cover my mouth to make sure I don’t make noise. Oh shit, I hope no one outside the door heard that. I glare at him.
He’s got an eyebrow up.
“Joking,” I whisper.
“Crackin’ the whip?” he asks.
“Eesh. If you heard that, they can hear this. Shhh.”
He pulls me into his lap. His shirt is untucked. He lifts it to show he’s already gotten ready for me. He’s already rolled on a condom and has Aiden Jr. out.
He slides my panties aside and strokes me with his cock. I’m already wet. Very wet.
“This’ll be a fast meeting, Miss Adler.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“If you need to, bite my shoulder. Be really quiet, though.”
“Okay,” I say, and he enters me and leans back on his reclining office chair a little, so it makes me slide deeper into him.
“Oh wow…” I whisper and start to kiss him.
He grabs my hips and uses them to pull me into him as he thrusts his pelvis forward.
“Holy shit,” I whisper and then I let out a little whimper. I bury my mouth into the crook of his neck and whimper.
He grips my right ass cheek and his fingers slide to my rear hole. He grazes it with his fingertip and picks up pace some more. I tighten my inner walls in reflex and he lets out a little groan.
I tighten again. He lets go of my hip with the other hand and pinches my nipple through my blouse.
I’m trying hard to be quiet. But, it’s hard.
Oh yeah, it’s hard. He’s so hard inside me.
God, this is so bad. What if someone can hear us? What if…
I come soundlessly, mouth open wide, big breaths gusting out. He pulls my face into the crook of his neck by grabbing the back of my neck. I squeeze his biceps hard.
This is incredibly hot. Holy crow.
He holds me tight, kissing my head, then using my hair pulls my head back a few inches so he can kiss my lips.
He came too, I guess. I was so focused on not making noise that I missed it. I love watching the expression on his face when he comes. It’s amazing.
“Back to your desk, Miss Adler.” He slaps my bum lightly. “There’s work to do.”
I give him a squeeze, kiss his lips, and then shakily climb off his lap.
“Thanks for the coffee, baby,” he whispers.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for the discipline. I’ll be sure to be naughty on a regular basis.” I try to right my clothes, smooth out my hair, and unlock his door.
I slip out, smirking, and re-close it.
No one’s looking and pointing. No one is snickering at me. The office just buzzes along like it usually does. I go to the bathroom and use facilities and then wash my hands and check my
make-up and hair. As I’m coming out, Ally is heading toward the kitchen.
“Bagels!” she announces. “Friday treats.”
Aiden is heading into the men’s washroom next door. He’s looking pretty put together, all things considered.
He sees me and smirks as he heads in.
I blow out a slow breath and head for bagels with Ally.
And it’s then that I wonder who Aiden was yelling at.
42
AIDEN
That morning, bright and early at the office, I phoned Bella.
“Hello?” she sounded like she was still in bed. She also sounded hopeful.
My guess is that she saw my name on the display and that was what made her answer.
“Bella, as of now, you’re officially no longer employed by my mother. You’re fired.”
“Aiden…”
“Don’t fuckin’ play me, bitch. I know you used that fuckhead security guard to get into my apartment and you lucked out and got my phone. Did you also know he then came back and helped himself to Carly’s laundry? Took all her used underwear and a family heirloom out of my condo.”
“Aiden, your mother promised me another $10K. She pays me, and I’ll be happy. I’ll consider my contract with her complete.”
“She’s not paying you. I told her to stop. She’s got no choice but to listen to me. You have no choice but to listen me.”
“Meet up with me. Let’s talk about this.”
“No. You see me on the street, you cross to the other side. You run into me face-to-face, you turn around and walk away. We’re done.”
“In that case, $25K. $25K or I expose everything.”
“Expose? What the fuck are you talking about?” I’m standing up at this stage. Is she fucking kidding me? I see a few people are in the office, so I close all my blinds and shut the door.
“Your mother’s DUI? Her assault charge? I’ll go to the press. Have the money to me by Tuesday or that’s what happens.”
I laugh. “You’re trying to fuck us? Don’t know how you even know about that shit, but you fuck with my family, you’ll fuck up, bitch. And whatever problems you have now that has you scampering around like a cockroach will seem like nothing.”
“I was protecting my own interests, so I had her watched while I was waiting to get paid.”
The fuck?
“You can afford to pay someone, you aren’t that hard up for cash.”
“No, Aiden, listen to me…” she sounds panicked now. “I’m in trouble.”
“I’m done listening to your shit!” I bark. “Go fuck yourself.”
This chick is fucked in the head.
“Aiden, please.” Now her voice is shaky. She obviously knows her jacked-up play failed.
“I… I am in financial trouble with a loan shark. I told them my payday was coming and they wanted proof. I told them about my arrangement with your mother so one of them followed her that say day. The loan shark’s henchman saw her get arrested and wants me to blackmail you guys. Just ten k will get them off my back. Twenty five k and I can get out of town and I will no longer be your problem. I don’t want to do this, but if you don’t help me, my hands are tied.”
Is she whacked or something?
“Why is your loan shark problem suddenly my problem?”
“He’s your problem, because I have a problem and I need to solve it, so I’ll solve it however I can. If that means I have to shake you down to make that other problem go away, I will. It’d be much easier on all of us if you’d just help me out. It’s a drop in the bucket to a rich prick like you!”
“Go to your parents for help.”
“They won’t. They… cut me off.”
“You know what, Bella? Do what you want. Just remember, you fuck me over, certain videos get posted to YouTube and the link shared by email to your parents and their closest friends. If that doesn’t stop you, you don’t wanna see the lengths I’ll go to, to shut you down.”
“That’s another reason I messed with your phone. You no longer have that leverage, Aiden. I had it deleted from your iCloud. So, really, you have no leverage over me.”
“That’s too bad, Bella. Shit. Oh well. Still not payin’ you,” I bite off and slam the phone.
“Ai---”
I hang up before she can say anything else. The thumb drive with her videos are in my safety deposit box. Along with a few other thumb drives of various bitches who I figured may try to fuck me over.
My blood is on the verge of boiling. I got loud there. I don’t give a fuck, though. It’s early and my door is shut.
My phone dings. It’s Carly telling me she has a coffee for me.
Carly. I feel my anger melt at the mere idea of Carly.
I pick up the phone and call my sister.
“Hello?” she answers groggily.
“Shit, did I wake you?”
“S’okay…” she yawns. “Lilly was up half the night. She’s finally asleep but I’m up getting breakfast for Braed.”
“Where’s your nanny?”
“She’s got a sniffle. I don’t want her near the baby.”
“How is Lilly?”
“She’s perfect,” my sister says dreamily.
I smile.
“You want me to take Braed tomorrow for the afternoon? Carly wants to go to the zoo and asked if we can bring him.”
“I’ve heard all about the magical Carly from my son…”
“Yeah.” I smile, thinking about the magical Carly. “How ‘bout Sunday dinner at your house. Me, you, Dirk, Auz, Carly, Dad…”
“Really?” she asks.
“Really.”
“Aiden…you like this girl that much?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Awe…” She sounds like she’s gonna cry. She sniffles.
“Adele? You crying?”
“Sorry… postpartum shit. I’m like a walking, breathing, emoji. You never know which one you’ll get with me right now. I love that idea. I’m not sure if I can swing cleaning the house, cooking dinner, and making myself look presentable without help, so you might have to settle for me attempting to look presentable.”
“I’ll bring steaks. I’ll grill ‘em and we’ll eat outside so if your pad is trashed, no biggie. Wait… let’s do it at Auz’s house.”
“Even better. What time you want Braeden tomorrow?”
“Eleven?”
“Perfect.”
“I had a talk with Audra,” I say.
“Oh… I know… She told me all about it. It was like a confessional in my house yesterday as she tried to repair the damage of missing the birth of my daughter because she was passed out drunk.”
“Yeah?”
“She showed up here yesterday. Heady stuff. She says she’s divorcing Dad. Wants to make amends with all of us. Offered to babysit for me one afternoon next week so I can go get my hair done. It was a dig about my roots, as you can guess, but still. I should take her up on it.”
“Holy shit. Wonders never cease. You talk to Dad?”
“Yep,” Adele says. “Saw them last night. I stopped by on my way home from the market to drop off a blazer she left at my place, and thought I was in the twilight zone. She and I are there talking in the foyer and Dad comes in with … are you ready for this? Are you sitting down?
“Ready. Sitting down. Hit me…”
“A bouquet of flowers for her! Flowers, Aid!”
“What the fuck?” I’m in shock.
“I know! Shit, Lilly’s crying. I gotta dash.”
“Talk to you tomorrow. It’ll be interesting to see how this goes.”
“No doubt,” Adele says, with humor. “Later.”
“Later.”
I end the call and text my brother.
“Lunch today?”
Austin: “Sure.”
And then I text my new girlfriend.
“Come to my office. Now.
After fucking Carly in my office, I get washed up and head to my father’s office. I poke
my head in and he smiles.
“Morning,” he says.
“Well, hello...” I greet. “How’d last night go? Adele told me you showed up with flowers. Did you sweep her off her feet?”
“Not great,” he says. “But, we’ve got a dinner date tomorrow night.” He laughs with vigor, slapping his leg and I laugh, too, sort of. Fuckin’ weird. Weird talking to him like this and even weirder is the shit coming out of his mouth.
“Alright. Well, just stoppin’ in to say dinner plans this Sunday, alright? At either Austin’s or Adele’s. One of us’ll let you know.”
“Can I bring a date?”
“If you mean my mother, I don’t know. I… guess…” I’m trying to keep straight-faced, but I just can’t. This is whacked.
“We’ll see how Saturday night goes,” he says, smiling.
“Alright.” I’m about to mouth off with safe sex advice, but it’s probably not a good thing to joke about with him for multiple reasons.
I stop at Carly’s desk on my way back. She’s eating a bagel with her left hand, her fingers flying across the keyboard with her right. She looks focused on her task. And fuckable. Did I really just fuck her twenty minutes ago? Feels longer than that.
“Hey.”
She looks at me and puts the bagel down and wipes her mouth with a napkin.
“I got lunch with my brother, but let’s take off around quarter to five. I got the bike today.”
She smiles. “I don’t get off until five.”
“You get off when I say so.” I wink.
She smirks.
“What’s the plan?”
“Tonight? Dinner at Buchanan’s, just you ‘n me. Tomorrow, zoo with Braed. Sunday, dinner with my brother, sister, brother-in-law, and my niece and nephew. All that good?”
“Yep,” she smiles. “Sounds great.”
I lean in and sneak a quick peck on her mouth and then I head into my office and open all the blinds, so I can have my view of my girl until lunchtime.
***
We’re at Buchanan’s. We walked from the apartment as she insisted that she would need to walk off the food she’d be eating.
Yet, she wore heels so high that I didn’t know how she walked in them sober, let alone how she’d manage to get home in them now. Because she’s had a lot of wine and she’s giggly. All I know is that they make her legs and her ass look delicious.
